In the wild dance of green fire, Tao Zongxi's body was slowly devoured. The green fire seemed to be alive, and every ray of fire was like a green snake, flexibly shuttled between Tao Zongxi's body, melting him little by little, leaving only a trace of corrosion and melting on the ground.
Li Shuidao took away Tao Zongxi's storage bag and penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness.
At the same time, Nangong Qin also emerged from the turtle shell, her eyes full of vigilance.
There is nothing special in the storage bag, just some magic weapons and some miscellaneous items. Li Shuidao picked up a flying sword and observed it carefully. The flying sword exuded a cold light, and it was obviously not an ordinary thing.
He picked up another formation disk, which was covered with complex patterns, obviously used to arrange formations. Finally, he picked up a jade identity plate with three words engraved on it: Tao Zongxi.
At this moment, Li Shuidao sensed two figures flying over at low altitude.
He quickly put away the storage bag and things.
Two monks in blue robes fell in front of Li Shuidao and Nangong Qin.
One of the monks asked: "Have you seen any of our people?"
Nangong Qin looked wary and said nothing.
Li Shuidao smiled slightly and said, "No, I didn't see anything."
Liu Yangkun looked at the burning marks on the ground, and there was obviously a human figure there.
"You!" Liu Yangkun was about to yell angrily when someone around him stopped him.
"Senior Brother Liu, forget it...there is really no one of us here. Say goodbye." Another monk pulled Liu Yangkun and fled at low altitude to the other side.
"Can't you see that there are signs of burning corpses here?" After flying far away, Liu Yangkun angrily scolded his fellow disciples.
"I've seen it, just because I've seen it, we have to withdraw. That guy can kill our people without anyone noticing, and the two of us are afraid of suffering a loss." A fellow disciple advised earnestly.
Liu Yangkun then thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case.
"Our people cannot die in vain. Tell Senior Brother Yang about this and let him handle it!" Liu Yangkun said coldly.
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After the two people left, Li Shuidao said to Nangong Qin: "You go back to the basin alone, and be careful on the way."
"What about you?" Nangong Qin asked with concern.
"I won't leave until I get Pangu Xu." Li Shuidao quickly took off his clothes, took out a blue robe from his storage bag and put it on.
"Take the turtle shell, I don't need it anymore." Li Shuidao quickly explained.
When Nangong Qin put away the turtle shell, she saw that the man next to her had a different face.
He has a delicate face and a calm temperament between his brows. His hair is neatly tied up, with a hairpin stuck in it, which is the "Tao Zongxi" that has been reduced to ashes.
Nangong Qin knew that he was just a burden next, so she left without hesitation.
After a while...
Liu Yangkun came here with four or five male monks, but he didn't see the turtle shell at all.
"Damn it! Let him run away." Liu Yangkun looked angry.
"Let's meet back in the woods first."
"Senior Brother Yang, we are counting the number of people. Let's go back to the forest first and see which sect member is missing."
Tao Zongxi was also in the team. He did not speak, but nodded calmly, indicating that he agreed with the opinions of the brothers.
Liu Yangkun has not spoken since he found Tao Zongxi. Even if he spoke, it was just a simple "um, ah, oh."
As a monk who seldom talks on weekdays, Liu Yangkun didn't think it was a big problem.
The five people flew through the dense forest at a low altitude, quickly passing through the dense forest like ghosts, and finally met a group of monks from Qinglin Hall.
"You are finally back. Have you caught the casual cultivators?" Senior Brother Yang Zhenglong asked with concern.
Liu Yangkun shook his head and said: "No, let them run away, but I remember that couple of dogs and men. I will guard the door of the passage and never let them leave easily!"
Hearing this, Yang Zhenglong looked gloomy, sighed and said, "Let's count the number of people."
"I have counted. Lei Baosheng, Liu Tongchang, and Han Hongguang died in the battle, and the others are still alive." Another monk said.
When these three living names were called out, everyone looked gloomy. After all, these were all their fellow sects, but now there were no bones left.
Facing the third-level monster, they attacked in a battle formation, but unexpectedly they were defeated.
"What should we do next? This time we lost three of our disciples, and the power of the Blue Scale Water Dragon Formation has also been greatly reduced."
"Yeah, even if the power is not reduced, we can't deal with that fire dragon."
"That fire dragon is too strong, we can't defeat it at all."
"It seems we can only give up on killing this beast." One of them sighed and said.
"There are at least three Pangu whiskers in the place guarded by the fire dragon. It would be a pity to give up." Another monk said with regret.
"There's nothing you can do about it. What can you do if you don't give up if you can't beat it?" said a slender young monk.
"Wang Xiaoshan, if you hadn't taken the lead in escaping, how could so many of us have died?" one of them accused.
"Can you blame me? If I hadn't run away decisively, we would all have been killed by that fire dragon." Wang Xiaoshan shouted sternly.
"If it's not your fault, then who's to blame?"
"If you want to blame, blame Yang Zhenglong. If Yang Zhenglong hadn't started the war rashly, how could we be in such a mess?" Wang Xiaoshan responded.
As the leader, Yang Zhenglong looked painful, obviously falling into deep self-blame.
Others were quarreling one after another, everyone was blaming each other, and the scene was chaotic.
"Everyone, stop arguing! What's the use of arguing now!" Yang Zhenglong stood up and shouted loudly.
"That's right! This time, I, Yang, made a mistake in commanding me. The deaths of my three classmates had a lot to do with me. If you think that I, Yang, am not worthy of leading everyone, then choose someone. If we want to form a battle formation, we must There needs to be a formation core, and whoever wants to do it can do it!" Yang Zhenglong shouted loudly.
Li Shuidao's eyes flashed, and of course he chose silence.
"Of course Senior Brother Yang will be in charge of the battle formation." Wang Xiaoshan spoke first, and no one had any objections.
"It's just that to deal with that fire dragon, we might as well choose to be fishermen." Wang Xiaoshan said with a twinkle in his eye.
"You mean to let the other sects deal with the fire dragon. Then we can take advantage of it?"
Wang Xiaoshan nodded.
"Other sects are not so easily fooled. They will definitely drive us away before killing the fire dragon."
"Then let's unite with them and destroy the fire dragon together."
"How to divide Pangu Xu?"
"We will adapt accordingly when the time comes." Wang Xiaoshan sneered.
Everyone was silent after hearing this...
If you don't have enough strength, you have to resort to conspiracy. This has been the case since ancient times. We are all human beings, so we don't know the meaning behind the four words of adaptability.
"Senior Brother Wang, there is a group of people coming to the beach. They look like monks from the Five Poison Sect." A blue-robed monk reported.
(End of chapter)
